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「jjk manga spoiler」

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my boyyy

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Lately I've been thinking about how Sukuna was wearing eyeliner in the Uraume bonus chapter and it lead to the conclusion that after incarnating Sukuna didn't have time to put any make-up on (being actively jumped), so now I thinking about him interrupting everyone after killing Kashimo so he can refresh himself. The POV is on a different fight rn anyways he has like 10 minutes so DON'T BOTHER him!

Yuuji, Higuruma and Hakari are kinda just standing there as Uraume manifests his box of cosmetics and they get to work

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yuji never understood what personal space meant. well, not when it came to you.

no one batted an eye because everyone just assumed he was your boyfriend due to the constant touching and the way his hands naturally found their way to you and only you.

from the moment you met, he had been all over you. legs pressed together, his cheek was always pressed against your shoulder when you were seated and his hand was always holding yours. if he wasn't leaning on you, he was laying his head on your lap, his face in your stomach, idly tracing patterns on your skin, or rearranging your guts like it was the most natural thing in the world. because it was, wasn't it?

you were best friends at the end of they day. best friends are supposed to be touchy.

you never had a best friend before.

he knew that.

he knew that he was taking advantage of you and your lack of knowledge on how these things actually work. but he told you this was normal, and super close best friends did this.

but he couldn't help it, not with the way you chirp out his name as you entered his dorm after a mission.

"hi yu!"

your arms immediately wrapped around his waist. one of his arms lazily wrapped around you.

"missed you.. how was your day baby?" he whispered, nudging his nose against your temple.

"was okay, I did an exorcise on curse." your vocabulary was a bit limited due to spending most of your life isolated in the village you grew up in before getting scouted by gojo.

"curses died! so many! and nobara helped!"

"so proud of you.." he murmured, hands moving to your waist. he pulled you onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. his touch was far too intimate for friendship.

you went crazy whenever he praised you without having any idea why.

you whined desperately trying to grind on his lap like he taught you to. he chuckled, hold tightening to stop your movements.

"no baby, I don't have any condoms on me."

a pout appeared on your lips. "mean.."

you moved off his lap making him furrow his eyebrows. he sighed before forcing you back onto his growing lap, pushing you down to feel his bulge.

"fucking brat.. take care of this."

"don't have condoms" you mimicked him.

bad idea.

"yu!" you moaned out his name as his thick cock disappeared in and out of you at a fast pace.

"calling me mean.. god, babe, you hurt my feelings."

your mouth was opened, letting sweet and pornographic moans leave all while whimpering out his name like a prayer.

"ya? like my dick without protection? cuz I sure do.." he chuckled, big veiny hands separating your cheeks to see your pretty tight holes. "get to really feel you." your back was arched like a damn cat. his hands reached to grab yours, forcing you to keep your cheeks open for him.

drool flooded the pillow all while your brain was turning into mush.

his eyes were set on the recoil of your ass bouncing as he pounded into you. the room was starting to feel way too hot for winter.

his face leaned down, lips connecting to the column of your neck once he moved your hair away. his wet kisses trailed up to your jaw, biting playfully.

"you have the prettiest, sweetest pussy baby." he pulled back to continue watching you take his cock. a hand went to spank your ass chuckling once you whined. his hips snapped into you with more force.

"look at ya.. moaning cuz of me. moan louder cmon.. make the whole school know that your best friend makes you feel so good."

he could feel himself begin to twitch inside you. "take your head out the pillows. wanna see your face once I cum inside." your head was picked up by his hand pulling on your hair making you arch even more until your back hit his chest.

the hand moved down to your neck, gripping onto it as his other hand snaked down between your legs, rubbing at your clit messily at a fast pace.

your eyes widened when he mentioned finishing inside. you didn't know much but from your understanding, coming inside = babies. his thrusts started getting sloppy as he neared his release.

"you're gonna take my load alright? then we'll be together okay? like boyfriend and girlfriend."

"we go together if you finish inside..?" you babbled curiously.

"mhm.. you wanna be more than best friends, love?"

you nodded.

"good.." he watched as your body went limp after he filled you up, a loud moan left his lips. he pulled out, holding your folds apart as his semen oozed out of you. "love you.." he leaning down, moving your face to the side as he pecked your lips lovingly.

"love you.. more"

of course you loved your best friend. now boyfriend.

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thank you all for 600 followers ! here's a link to visualize this scene on x

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I strongly believe in No Curses AU/Highschool AU where Sukuna is a nerd and I know Yuuji is already a huge nerd. They'll be nerds together.

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kissez

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sigh.. another one

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⛓️It's all good—Not really

You’d known Itadori your whole life—well, almost. As far back as you could remember, he was always there: the goofy boy with the biggest grin and a habit of spoiling you like a baby sister. It didn't matter that Megumi, your older brother, was strict and overbearing half the time. Yuji would crouch beside your scraped knees when you fell and beam, wiping away your tears with a sleeve too worn from his own clumsiness.

“It’s all good now!” he’d say with that stupidly sweet smile, like the world was safe as long as he was there.

And maybe, back then, it was.

As years passed, things didn’t really change. He kept spoiling you—bringing little trinkets whenever he came over to see Megumi, picking you up from college despite your grumbled complaints. He always found excuses to treat you, even when you tried to swat him off and call him annoying. Of course, Megumi never helped. He’d just say, “Stop whining. You’ve got two big brothers, live with it.”

But Yuji wasn’t really your brother. Not by blood. And over time, the line between comfort and affection had started to blur—at least for you.

Today had been no different.

Yuji had texted you he’d be waiting outside campus on his bike, like always, humming through his helmet and kicking gravel by the gate. But as you exited the college gates, he wasn’t met with your usual bright smile.

You were holding hands with a guy.

Yuji’s smile faltered. Just for a moment. But it was enough.

You caught his gaze as soon as you saw him—his helmet under one arm, his usual sunshine aura dimmed. You let go of Masahiro’s hand quickly, sighing.

“I’ll text you later, okay?” you said to Masahiro, giving him a small wave before walking over.

Yuji looked away when you reached him, wordless. He handed you the helmet like always, but there were no jokes, no teasing. Just silence.

You blinked. “What? No ‘Oi, I saw your boyfriend has ugly shoes’ kind of comment today?”

He chuckled, but it was hollow. “Ah… how was your day?”

That was it.

You blinked again. Something felt off. Still, you strapped on the helmet and climbed onto the bike, arms wrapping around his waist automatically.

The whole ride home, you talked. About the weather, the weird stray cat outside your classroom, the vending machine that ate your money again—but nothing from him. He didn’t laugh, didn’t add anything. He just drove.

You reached home, expecting him to follow you in like always. But instead, he dropped you off and didn’t even meet your eyes.

“Thanks for the ride—Yuji, aren’t you coming in?”

He didn’t answer. The engine growled back to life, and before you could finish your sentence, he was gone.

You stood there, dumbfounded.

Inside, you found Megumi on the couch, a book in his hand, eyes flicking toward you as you entered.

“Did you guys fight?” you asked, not even bothering to hide your irritation.

Megumi raised a brow. “What?”

“You know who I mean.”

He closed the book with a sigh, tilting his head. “He’s probably just disappointed. You call him names every time he shows up.”

Your heart twisted. “Disappointed…?”

“That’s what happens,” Megumi muttered, heading upstairs. “It is what it is.”

You stood there for a moment. Pouting. Jaw clenched. No—Yuji wasn’t like that. He was your safe place, your “it’s all good now” person.

He couldn’t be mad at you.

He wasn’t allowed to ignore you.

With a frustrated cry, you turned on your heel and rushed out the door. You didn’t care how dark it was outside. Your feet moved on their own, the wind biting your cheeks as you ran the familiar path to his apartment.

Once there, you rang the doorbell.

No answer.

You knocked. Then again, harder.

Still silence.

“Ugh! Dammit, Itadori!” you hissed. You stepped off the porch, trying to peek through the narrow side window.

And that’s when your heart stopped.

Masahiro.

Hanging from the ceiling. Head limp, blood matting his dark hair like a cruel crown. His eyes wide open in lifeless horror.

You stumbled back, breath catching in your throat, legs nearly giving out beneath you. What—how—how did he get here?

Your hands scrambled for your phone in your back pocket, fingers trembling as they fumbled with the screen.

Click.

The door creaked open behind you.

Before you could scream, strong arms yanked you inside. You gasped, the phone flying from your grip and landing outside on the porch with a soft thud as the door slammed shut behind you.

Arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Familiar arms.

A warm breath ghosted over your ear.

And then, a voice you knew better than your own heart whispered, soft and terrifying.

“It’s all good now…”

Masterlist

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‘My way of life’ by Frank Sinatra is such Sukuita core

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something something soulmates

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why does my phone hate me? is it because i keep using it while charging? or is it because i too many times accidentally let it play tiktok all night until morning? WHY DOES IT KEEP FALLING ONTO THE GROUND STOP IT

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We will both live so you can’t die. Stay with me!

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Beneath the Crown

cw: true form sukuna, sub sukuna, top male reader, blowjob (reader receiving), degradation, mention of 2 dicks.

"You don’t belong there," Sukuna says, voice thick with disdain.

You rest your arm on the throne’s lacquered edge, staring down at him through your lashes. “And yet,” you murmur, shifting your legs open just enough, “here you are. On your knees for me.”

He flinches like you struck him.

It’s almost funny— this four-armed, blood-soaked king, worshiped and feared, teeth bared in a snarl that doesn’t match the way his hands are fisting the hem of your robes, dragging them up inch by inch.

He pretends it’s voluntary. That he’s humouring you. But the tremor in his breath when his mouth brushes your inner thigh tells the truth.

You exhale slowly, spreading your legs further over the edge of his throne. It creaks beneath you — not in protest, but like it knows exactly what’s about to happen.

Sukuna glances up. His eyes glint.

“This mean you’re finally admitting I’m beneath you?” he drawls, lips curling.

Your fingers thread into his hair. You don’t yank— just grip, steady. Enough to make him stop talking. Enough to make him feel it.

“You’ll open your mouth,” you say softly, “or I’ll make you.”

Sukuna snarls against your thigh, the sound muffled by your robes. His eyes flash with fury and humiliation, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he leans in closer, inhaling deeply, savouring your scent. His long, pointed tongue snakes out to taste your skin, and you feel a shiver run through his powerful body.

You chuckle darkly, tightening your grip on his hair. "You're just a pathetic dog in heat, aren't you?" you taunt, grinding your clothed cock against his face. "So desperate for attention, even from someone as lowly as me."

Sukuna's eyes narrow, but he doesn't retort. Instead, he nuzzles into your crotch, mouthing at the fabric that separates him from your throbbing erection. His four hands roam up your legs, squeezing and caressing, his sharp claws digging into your flesh just hard enough to make you gasp.

"Take it off," you command, voice rough with arousal. "Show me how badly you want it."

Then, like something ancient breaking— he does.

With a hiss, Sukuna rips your robes away, exposing your thick, twitching cock to the cool air. He stares at it hungrily for a moment before leaning in to run his tongue along the length, from base to tip, savouring your taste. 

Hot, slow pressure. His mouth wraps around your cock like he’s starved for it, like spite and submission taste the same on his tongue. There’s nothing delicate about it— he’s messy, angry with how good it is, using his hands to keep your hips down when you twitch under the weight of his tongue.

He's clumsy and inexperienced, but eager to please. His tongue swirls around your head, lapping up the beads of pre-cum that leak from your slit. He takes you deeper into his mouth, gagging slightly as you hit the back of his throat. But he doesn't stop, bobbing his head up and down your length, determined to make you come undone.

As he sucks you off, you glance down and notice his two cocks twitching and leaking between his legs. He's completely aroused, his shameful lust for you evident in the way his dicks throb and pulse, desperate for attention. But you ignore them, focusing solely on the pleasure he's bringing you.

You reach down with one hand, tangling it in his hair and pushing his head further down onto your cock. "That's it," you growl, hips thrusting forward. "Take it all like a good little slut."

Sukuna whimpers around your shaft, but he complies, relaxing his throat and allowing you to fuck his face. The sound of wet, obscene slurping fills the throne room as he devours your cock like a man starved.

Finally, you feel your orgasm building, your balls tightening and your cock pulsing in Sukuna's mouth. With a harsh tug on his hair and a rough thrust of your hips, you bury yourself to the hilt in his throat and explode, flooding his mouth with your hot, thick seed.

You don’t let him take control. You stay perfectly still, head tilted back, voice calm as you murmur, “Good boy.”

He groans around you.

You smile.

Sukuna chokes and gags, but he swallows every drop, his eyes watering from the force of your release. As you pull out, a strand of cum and saliva connects your cock to his lips, glistening in the dim light.

The king kneels.

And the crown never felt heavier.

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